Day eighteen.
Where she needed a taste of serenity.
March 23.
My mind is in a typical mess.
I woke up in the middle of the night and ever since then, I can't help but to keep pacing back and forth in the living room. From this moment on, I still wasn't sure as to what is causing me to behave like this, but I hate it this kind of feeling. I hate the feeling of panicking for something that I'm not even aware of.
Slowly, I closed my eyes as I inhale deeply, trying my best to keep myself calm.
I've been awake for god knows how long.
:beep beep beep: /sfx
I can't help but to raise a brow as I glance into my phone. I think this is the first time that I was aware that my alarm is blasting some annoying alarm sounds, indicating that it's already 3 in the afternoon. That
